Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"So, if we start a war in three or even five years, our human race will have a higher chance of defeat."

Yu Mo smiled lightly.

"And we are at this critical point, instead of retreating, we will take the initiative to attack and declare war on the demon realm?"

"Will the old white ape grit his teeth and fight us to the death, or sacrifice a small part of the monster race to hold us back and speed up the pace to complete its follow-up plan?"

"Which do you think... it will choose?"

At this moment, Yu Mo directly added interactivity to the unilateral explanation, looked at the secretary and asked.

The secretary was startled for a moment, pondered seriously for a few seconds, and finally said tentatively, "The latter?"

"Yes."

"The old white ape likes to play with probability. It seems to be betting its own life all the time, like a desperate lunatic."

"But if you really carefully recall everything about it in the past, you will find that every time it makes a shot, it will ensure that it has an absolute advantage."

"The advantage is not big, never take the initiative to attack."

"So in this case..."

Yu Mo paused again, as if he was used to leaving others in suspense, before continuing after a while: "In this case...it will naturally choose a more stable method."

"One is to delay time and help myself secure my seat."

"The second is to worry about whether I have other cards."

"After all, Old White Ape is notoriously suspicious."

"And sometimes being suspicious is not necessarily a good thing."

Yu Mo uttered all the words in his mouth, and he seemed much more relaxed. Leaning on the wheelchair, he glanced at Yu Sheng resentfully, as if he was saying...

You look at others, then look at yourself!

It's a pity that Yu Sheng never looked up from the beginning to the end, and was still busy with the documents on the table.

But the secretary suddenly realized, nodded subconsciously, and when he looked at Yu Mo again, his eyes were full of admiration.

"Ha ha..."

"My dear brother, are you really not surprised by this?"

"This will make me feel that I am really useless in the human race."

"I can't..."

"Just ask me a question, even if it's not very important."

"You can't bear to see my half-brother commit suicide because he is too useless."

As Yu Mo said, he pushed the wheelchair to the opposite side of Yu Sheng, and looked at Yu Sheng pitifully.

And Yu Sheng finally put down the last document in his hand, raised his head, looked into Yu Mo's eyes, pondered for a few seconds, and finally said slowly: "Uh...have you had dinner yet?"

"???"

Even a resourceful person like Yu Mo couldn't help falling into silence after hearing Yu Sheng's question.

"You... what's the problem..."

"Is it specially used to humiliate me?"

The corner of Yu Mo's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Yu Sheng, there was nothing to love about.

But Yu Sheng was a little puzzled: "Didn't you say to ask a less important question?"

"..."

"Then trouble you, old man, to change to a more important question!"

Yu Mo felt that he was trying to suppress the anger in his heart, and spoke in a gentle tone as much as possible.

Yu Sheng meditated again.

"Um..."

"Then do you really have a hole card?"

This time, Yu Sheng pondered for a long time, carefully recalling the things Yu Mo said that he was not sure about.

And Yu Mo's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face: "Guess..."

"Oh."

"I haven't had dinner yet, do you want to join me?"

Yu Sheng responded perfunctorily, got up slowly, looked at Yu Mo and asked.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, motionless, and the wind was messy.

If expressed in the form of comics, he at this time is generally the kind of pitch-black, split from the middle.

Seeing that Yu Mo didn't respond, Yu Sheng didn't stay too long, but opened the door of the office on his own, and glanced at the time on the phone: "The cafeteria should be open..."

Along with muttering to himself, the rest of my life is gone.

But the secretary kept Yu Mo's instructions in mind, got up immediately, bowed and nodded to Yu Mo cautiously, and then trotted away all the way to the distance, gradually drifting away, and finally disappeared in Yu Mo's field of vision middle.

After a long time, Yu Mo came back to his senses.

"It really is..."

"Really..."

For a while, Yu Mo didn't even think of any better adjectives, which caused a short circuit in the language system and got stuck in place. After a while, he continued: "What an idiot!"

While speaking, Yu Mo looked at Yu Sheng's desk.

The documents were neatly placed on the table. It can be seen that during this period of time, Yu Sheng was really working hard to complete his work, even though he didn't like it very much.

But just like Yu Sheng's character, as long as he promises, he will work hard no matter what, and try his best to make things perfect.

With a glance, Yu Mo's body froze suddenly, he turned his head suddenly, and fixed his eyes on the desk again.

At the bottom of the documents, on the side of one of the files, a line of text was written in a not-so-pretty font.

'Yaoyu declares war plan. '